Sanni K's Blog

I’m not going to pretend I know what I’m doing here.
This whole author thing? It’s messy. Loud in my head, quiet on the outside. And sometimes it feels like I’m screaming into the void, hoping the right reader screams back.

But if you’re here—reading this—then maybe the scream reached you.

So, welcome.
To the chaos.
To the broken softness that still bites back.
To the kind of stories that don’t always come with happy beginnings, but damn sure fight for an ending that hurts in all the right places.

I don’t write perfect characters.
I write the ones who bleed. The ones who want too much, feel too much, survive things they never talk about out loud.
I write the ones you might love a little too hard—or maybe see yourself in when you didn’t mean to.

This space? It’s not for polished sales pitches.
It’s for connection.
For the readers who crave the ache behind the kiss. The rage beneath the love. The quiet kind of loyalty that ruins you.

If that’s you?

Then stay.

You’re one of us now.